Heart

The sound was like that of high quality bass at a rock concert, pounding at our eardrums at regular intervals. A slow and steady beat without a hurry in the world, ignorant of the immense anticipation dancing amidst the silent crowd.

I was but one among the hundreds of researchers gathered to witness this historical event. Yet, from behind the bars, it stared specifically at me. In those huge eyes I saw countless emotions and a faint twinkle of sportsmanship.

The drug had worked. The eyes grew lifeless and the beat stopped. There was exactly 10 seconds of waiting before the crowd burst into applause at the new found way of fighting back. I counted.